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Wednesday, April 4, 2012

Interviewing author Bri Clark about The Familial Witch

It’s terrific to have my dear friend, Bri Clark, here to chat with me about her fascinating paranormal romance, The Familial Witch.

Your hero, Lucien, an immortal and clan leader of the feared Eternals, was injured when he spied on his second in command creating and using a dangerous toxin on an immortal, considered by Lucien to be a grievous offense. Who wounded Lucien? How serious was his injury? Why did the second in command conduct that act? Has his clan turned against him in favor of his second in command?  

OK just let me say how freaking awesome it is to be interviewed by you. These questions are great. Yet really challenging. His injury would have put him in an eternal paralyzation if Aisleen wouldn't have found him. The rest I can't give away. But will some in the sequel The Eternal Witch. 

Being injured, Lucien faces a desperate situation. He flees to the forest and appeals to a goddess for help. Her answer is that he can be aided only by Aisleen, a witch who survived his attack that killed the rest of her clan. Certainly, Lucien has much to gain from that association. Aisleen is put to this test of healing an enemy by the goddess. What does Aisleen hope to gain from this test? What does she need?  

Aisleen has faced a very painful series of events. The death of her child, estrangement of her husband, shunning of her village, and finally the extermination of her race...not just her coven. She's the last of what is thought to be an extinct race of witches. It's up to her to continue her line. But even with the healing skills she has can't make her womb work.  Her miscarriage has left her barren. With all these trials she has literally isolated herself. Fate...or the Mother Goddess have presented her with a test to face the embodiment of her misery. And he is a scrumptous. But I digress. If she chooses right she opens the door to all that she's meant to be.

That is a fascinating challenge for Aisleen! I'm very curious if and how she meets what the goddess expects. Aisleen wrestles with the improbable idea of having a future with Lucien. What does a life with him offer her? What draws her to him? How can he improve her life? 

Lucien can show her that she's more than what she's ever believed she could be. While Ais is hard on the outside she suffers from terrible self confidence issues. Lucien will protect her, love her, cherish her if she'll let him. A future with Lucien is what destiny had in store all along.

After Aisleen heals Lucien’s injury, what holds him to her? She has a secret about her that attracts him. What does he suspect?  

He thinks she's more than a hedge witch. (One that heals with herbs.) Aisleen has a great deal of natural power and instinctual knowledge. Lucien Lemione is 200 years old with instincts that are legendary. What draws him to Aisleen is the fact she is destined to be his heart's mate. 

This sounds like a terrific fantasy romance. I love the depth of connections between your hero and heroine. I enjoyed your interview and I’m sure my readers will also. Thanks!

The Familial Witch
By Bri Clark
Blurb:
Lucien Lemione the clan leader of the feared and revered Eternals is faced with the ultimate betrayal. His second in command for two centuries has not only created the most grievous of offenses but also commissioned the creation of liquid silver. When poisoned by this toxin, an immortal suffers a fate much worse than death, frozen in an internal prison. After being wounded when found spying, he hides deep within the eerie woods that encircle the Triad Mountains. Desperate and in pain, he prays to an offended mother goddess for help. Her answer: a woman, but not just any woman. A witch.

After losing her entire coven at the hands of the Eternals, Aisleen is the last of her kind. She retreats from the world to Trinity Forest where she is giving the opportunity of a lifetime, or perhaps a test of principles. It’s there she discovers the man she heals is the Eternal that wiped out her people. Although she is bound as a healer, she could be creative in her revenge. Aisleen knows who and what Lucien his…but does not speak of it. There can be no future with Lucien for she can only be with a mortal man. Even if she wanted to be with him, can she forgive the man that caused the genocide of her people?

Lucien must act quickly for the survival of his clan is at stake. However, Aisleen’s ethereal beauty and emerald eyes keep pushing those thoughts far from his mind. Determined to find out what secret she hides, he prolongs his time with her. When his people need him most what will he choose…duty, desire, or will he make his own fate?

You can choose love but you can’t choose destiny.

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Excerpt

Lucien groaned. His head seemed to pound in a rhythm. He opened his eyes to survey his surroundings on instinct. He jumped up, alert. In the process, he knocked over a bowl of water and cursed. He was still in the little cottage. There was no sign of the woman. Bending over to clean up the mess he had made, he caught the fragrance of dried herbs. Sniffing the cloth, he found the source. Then, smelling his forearm, he realized he was the additional source. 

A small mirror was positioned on a desk opposite the bed. He inspected himself.  There was no trace of his shoulder wound. His skin had healed already. Nevertheless, the silver arrowhead had been within his body for too long. His insides would take longer to heal. It’s like recovering from a poisoning for a mortal. How long have I been asleep? In answer, his stomach ached from the lack of substance. Eternals didn’t have to eat much, but they still needed nourishment. The pounding rhythm started again and he cursed from the ache in his head.

That’s when he realized the rhythm was coming from outside the cottage. Lucien stood on stiff muscles. The smell of peony enticed him again and he followed, as obedient as ever. Walking through the low doorway, he knocked his head and swore again. Stumbling forward, the sun shone in his eyes, blinding him briefly as he went outside. When his vision cleared, he considered he might not be alive for the sight before him was nothing short of angelic.

A statuesque woman stretched her elegant body, turning her face to the sun’s rays. The ivory of her complexion was as soft as a cloud on the breeze. The beams colored her cheeks rose. Chestnut hair was pulled taut in a braid that ended at the small of her back. Her flowing white gown was almost see-through with the sunlight streaming behind it, revealing shapely feminine curves. He smiled in admiration. Lucien was an immortal, but at times, especially lately, he was more of a man than he had ever been. He continued to admire the view that temporarily distracted him from his aching body.

          The angel stretched farther with something in her hands. His smile stretched, as well. Then, in one swift movement, she brought down an axe. Two pieces of wood fell over, adding to an already ample pile. The action was so unexpected, so unethereal, that Lucien swore and moved without thought. He stalked over to her and wrenched the axe from her hands.
About the Author:
Bri Clark is a real example of redemption and renewal.  Growing penniless in the South, Bri learned street smarts while caring for her brother in a broken home.  She watched her mother work several jobs to care for their small family.  Once her brother could fend for himself, Bri moved on to a series of bad choices including leaving school and living on her own.  
Rebelliousness was a strong understatement to describe those formative years.  As a teenager, her wakeup call came from a fight with brass knuckles and a judge that gave her a choice of shaping up or spending time in jail.  She took that opportunity and found a way to moved up from the streets.  She ended up co-owning an extremely successful construction business.  She lived the high life until the real estate crash when she lost everything. 
She moved west and found herself living with her husband and 4 kids in a 900 square foot apartment.  She now fills her time, writing, blogging, leading a group of frugal shoppers and sharing her southern culture.  Her unique background gives her writing a raw sensibility.  She understands what it takes to overcome life’s obstacles.   She often tells friends, “I can do poor.  I’m good at poor. It’s prosperity that I’m not used to.”  
Bri and her husband Chris live in Boise.  Bri is known as the Belle of Boise for her true southern accent, bold demeanor and hospitable nature. 
Bri boasts several positions in the publishing industry. An author, professional reviewer, blogger, and literary strategist she enjoys all aspects of her career from the creation of story to the branding and marketing needed to make her books successful
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Marsha A. Moore is a writer of fantasy romance. The magic of art and nature spark life into her writing. The first of her epic fantasy romance series, ENCHANTED BOOKSTORE LEGENDS, is now available--SEEKING A SCRIBE. She has also authored the Ciel's Legacy series, fantasy romance with fast action mermaid/pirate storylines: TEARS ON A TRANQUIL LAKE and TORTUGA TREASURE.  For a FREE ebook download, read her historic fantasy, LE CIRQUE DE MAGIE, available at Amazon and Smashwords.

Monday, November 8, 2010

At the Bradenton Village of the Arts, celebrating the Day of the Dead

For this week's Magical Monday I'd like to tell about my Saturday visit to the Bradenton Village of the Arts during their annual Día de los Muertos (Day of the Dead) festival. Southern ways are still new to me and this holiday was something I’d heard of, but never really understood. I thought the event would be more like a Mexican/Spanish Halloween celebration. I was very wrong. Instead, it had its own entrancing magical communication with the dead. Nothing scary. A happy event.

Each gallery presented a lovely altar to honor deceased loved ones with their photos and small memorabilia of their lives. The shrines were decorated in bright colors, gold, yellow, orange. Chrysanthemums, marigolds, candles, smiling sugar skulls, skeletons dressed in party clothing added to the gaiety. These altar pictures were taken at the local celebration I attended.

The intent of the holiday is to encourage visits by the souls, so that the souls will hear prayers and comments of the living directed to them. Celebrations can take a humorous tone, as celebrants remember funny events and anecdotes about the departed. I saw many loving and humorous mementoes on the local shrines--very heartwarming.

Traditionally, Día de los Muertos is a holiday celebrated by people of Latin American and Latinos living in the US and Canada. The celebration occurs on November 2 in connection with the Catholic holidays of All Saints’ Day (November 1) and All Souls’ Day (November 2). The holiday can be traced back thousands of years to an Aztec festival dedicated to the goddess Mictecacihuatl. Then it was common to keep skulls as trophies and display them during the rituals to symbolize death and rebirth. In Spain, there are festivals and parades, and, at the end of the day, people gather at cemeteries and pray for their dead loved ones. In most regions of Mexico, November 1 honors the deaths of children and infants, Día de los Inocentes ("Day of the Innocents"), whereas deceased adults are honored on November 2.

Typically today, during the three-day celebration, families usually clean and decorate graves; most visit the cemeteries where their loved ones are buried and decorate their graves with offerings, especially Mexican marigolds. The flower is so important in modern Mexico, the name of the event is sometimes replaced with the term Flor de Muerto ("Flower of the Dead"). These flowers are thought to attract souls of the dead to the offerings. Traditionally, families spend some time around the altar, praying and telling anecdotes about the deceased. Celebrants often wear shells on their clothing, so that when they dance, the noise will wake up the dead.

Catrinas, one of the most popular figures of the Day of the Dead celebrations in Mexico

Toys are brought for dead children (los angelitos, or "the little angels"), and bottles of tequila or mezcal for adults. Families will also offer trinkets or the deceased's favorite candies on the grave. Offerings are also put in homes, usually with foods such as candied pumpkin, pan de muerto ("bread of the dead"), sugar skulls, and beverages. The offerings are left out in the homes as a welcoming gesture for the deceased. Some people believe the spirits of the dead eat the "spiritual essence" of the food. Pillows and blankets are left out so that the deceased can rest after their long journey. I saw some homes throughout the Village of the Arts with these offerings on tables on porches, to invite the spirits of loved ones home.

I was very touched by the celebration. Everywhere were fond remembrances of those who had passed away. There was definitely magic in the air.

Gran calavera eléctrica ("Grand electric skull") by José Guadalupe Posada

Monday, August 23, 2010

“The radiance was that of the full, setting, and blood-red moon, . . .

which now shone vividly through that once barely- discernible fissure,... extending from the roof of the building, in a zigzag direction, to the base. While I gazed, this fissure rapidly widened.”
Edgar Allan Poe (1809–1849), A metaphor for the defloration of the deceased Madeline Usher.


This marks the second in my Full Moon Blog Series. Full moons have long fascinated me, bringing day and night dreams of both fantasy and romantic passion, my two favorite writing topics.

Writing my current work in progress, Enchanted Bookstore: Seeking a Scribe, led me to research the folkore of full moons. That book involves a quest which must be completed by the rising of the Red Moon, before evil has a connection from my fantasy world of Draganspeir to the real world

The next time the full moon will rise is tomorrow, August 24th (17:06 GMT).

It is named the Red Moon because it appears slightly reddish, rising through the sultry heat haze of August. It was also named the Sturgeon Moon by Indian tribes of the Great Lakes region, when sturgeon are plentiful in those waters at this time in the summer. Other common names for this August moon are the Green Corn Moon, Lammas, Grain Moon, Barley Moon, Dispute Moon, Holly Moon , and Moon of Encirclement.

Many cultures celebrate gathered harvests with this moon, hence all the grain references. August 1st marks a Celtic feast called Lunasa or Lughnassadh, the celebration of grain harvest. This was known as Lammas, “Loaf Mass,” in Old English times.

It was originally known as Sextilis during Roman times, before being renamed as the August Moon after Augustus Ceasar. On three August dates, the 17th, 23rd, and 27th, the god Vulcan was honored, to ward off accidental fires during this dry month.

August held holy days in early Greece, celebrating on the 13th for Hecate, the Dark Mother, and on the 23rd for the Goddess Nemesis, who balanced the scales of justice with rightful punishment.

Continuing yet today in India, Hindus honor their elephant-headed god Ganesha in August, but it is unlucky to look upon the full moon during the celebration. Instead, flowers and dishes of rice are offered to images of the deity who is known to remove obstacles and bring good luck.
Correspondences of the August Moon
Nature Spirits: dryads
Herbs: chamomile, St. Johns wort, bay, angelica, fennel, rue, orange
Colours: yellow, gods
Flowers: sunflower, marigold
Scents: frankincense, heliotrop
Stones: cat's eye, carnelian, jasper, fire agate
Trees: hazel, alder, cedar
Animals: lion, phoenix, sphinx, dragon
Birds: crane, falcon, eagle
Deities: Ganesha, Thoth, Hathor, Diana, Hecate, Nemesis
Power Flow: energy into harvesting; gathering, appreciating. Vitality, health. Friendships.


On Tuesday evening be sure to pause and enjoy the dramatic beauty of the Red Moon.
Art: ukitakumuki and Holly 6669666 (Deviant Art)
Reference: Months of the Moon

Sunday, April 4, 2010

What is a Goddess?

The message of this beautiful video, while certainly applicable to all women, reminded me of the wonderful female writers I have come to know recently. The heartfelt words of the video's text speak of the joy a fulfilled woman brings to those who know her. Daily I am in awe of dozens of amazing ladies. While pursuing their personal ambitions of writing with considerable grace and determination, they motivate others along positive paths, perhaps unknowingly.

The breathtaking images in this clip show the spiritual and mystical essence of a strong female spirit. The women writers I'm pleased to have as friends, mentors, and acquaintances not only emulate this strength in the female characters they create, but also live this persona in their real lives. This video reminded me of what I see inside them and what I seek within myself. I am inspired and grateful.




"A woman who is in the process of learning to know, accept and love herself on all levels, Mind Body and Spirit. A woman who, because she focuses on personal growth and self awareness, experiences a life, increasingly filled with peace, love, joy, passion and fun. A woman that understands that she has unlimited capacity to make her life anything she wants. A woman who is inspired to give to those around her our of her sense of gratitude and abundance." ~Selina Fenech

Credit to my dear friend The Pleasure Coach where I discovered this video on his Facebook page. http://thepleasurecoach.blogspot.com/

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